Thursday, March 12, 2020
I can’t grasp it.
The past grows.
I’m asking for mercy.
I use a phone against the present tense.
But time passes,
And I’m not somewhere else.
Kills sex on its back cover.
Copperplate gothic bold half demon.
Rockwell extra bold drug portrait.
Wide half-demon sex killers
Breathe the passing time.
Every beat in my heart doesn’t think much of land.
FLAT PENIS AND HER TITS ARE TIRED
Cobwebs and sperm
Are just glad to talk about the wind and
The wind’s pin number.
Somehow there’s a single world
That needs somebody to stay awake for it.
The wind is just happy to talk about the wind.
Cobwebs wish they could say sperm tastes plain.
Sperm wishes there was a simpler way to stay awake.
Somehow I’m awake and have nothing much to show for it.
I’m kissing myself dead in a singular world.
I THOUGHT I’D KEEP MY DESPAIR
I add cow hair and my twisted frown
To a doll head the size of a moldy hand.
Cow mutilations add commercials where
Tingling widows wildly tickle
Chewed eyeballs in lingerie on TV.
This is the way Jesus wishes he died.
WALNUT GRAVE YOGURT
Covers flat frog petroglyphs
Drying once they realize their ratings.
Nights become me stealing
My girlfriend’s tail and fashioning a canoe from it.
Then my girlfriend’s tail quiets down.
Then there’s this obscene dance we do that listens in
On flat frogs crawling over flat frog lawns.
Yeah, there are better things to dance to
But the planet’s dead.
I open my mouth and death jumps in.
Sundays are a blow-hole shape.
I open my death and a magical blow-hole sore
Lip syncs jumping to all sea creatures.
Its magical song promises food will come.
And a fire-clay effigy runs naked on buffalo supplements.
People in the sky chase their intestines.
Giant skies promise traversable fires
That walk a frog and then watch YouTube.
WHEN I FEEL SHIT COME OUT BUT LOOK INTO THE TOLIET AND IT’S EMPTY
The beauty of ground-up bones shares moving through
The world with an unearthly attachment while profoundly
Belonging to the process of change.
Frost descends unnoticed.
Frost is the product of a small mind.
Fish and dragons make disgusting music.
A charred scavenger from the mermaid wrapper
Grinds up polar icecaps.
Polar icecaps scream orgasmic voices from
All the lovers I used to be with.
The lovers I used to be without
Tell all my old lovers that
Life is much easier once I cum and forget about them.
A charred everyday burger wrapper
Forgets about itself, amen.
All the lovers I used to be with have it easier.
Food blows bliss.
All food blows me.
I dig a hole deep in my burnt hoof.
I dig a hole to be blown in.
Food continues burning me
As I apprehend my deep invisibility.
I finish with thoughts of invisibility
Invasive and winged.
All food blows.
Thursday, March 5, 2020
A KIND SEIZURE
Riding in a car into a telephone pole.
I call the nothing all.
A winter weed is a dick tree.
Scattered winters see the lights that eat
A pleasure half full of private deathbeds
Rides over pickled cellphone trees.
I’m desperate to turn around.
Tiny insides of the dawn
Materialize and I love
The veins of all seagulls.
And then there’s my neighbor’s refurbished kitchen floor
With patterns of all the seagulls I’ve ever seen.
The master of the kitchen floor
Has left me to decay.
I need money because I can’t feel
The body that doesn’t need it.
I feel money because I need
The body that doesn’t need it.
I feel money and I don’t feel
The body that needs it.
My body needs money because
It doesn’t need it.
Money needs money because
It can’t feel it.
Sunday, January 26, 2020
Were there any other celebrities in the helicopter?
I don’t know, celebrities said there are four of them dead.
Other dead were taking my boat just below
Their good time blip.
If I were with them I’d stop to have a beer
And the news footage would’ve shown me
Below some dead celebrity blimp.
Dead celebrity shadows look just like giraffes.
Look there, there’s some giraffe that looks like my shadow.
The dead Marriott has two niche giraffes surrounding it.
The Marriott lost his virginity the same way in college.
Good looking girl, probably now dead.
I’m sure her Mom was good looking too.
All the money in the world and all you have to worry about
Is dying in a helicopter crash.
I went to a helicopter crash once for a wedding.
There there were four dead celebrities drinking beers
Squeezed from dead giraffes.
Our helicopter crash destroyed some grass
That never did anything wrong to it.
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
I got into a car accident and spoke with the other driver.
The other driver struck me dead with a disposable object.
He pulled me in close and I went a long way away.
This is how big decisions are made.
Police and medics got head trauma right away.
I was declared dead at the scene as people drove away.
OMG I can’t believe what I am seeing, this world is so unpredictable.
Toilet paper, paper towels and Kleenex have to fight an exact copy of myself.